[CLOSED] Domestication of Gladiators

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Availability: Open (2 slots)...If there are no takers I will reply to myself every 24 hours but will leave the thread open until those slots are filled. Location: Deep part of the dungeon labyrinth far from a known safe-room. The time is unknown due to the lack of natural light and the wildly fluctuating temperature of the expansive cavern-system. The temperature is currently holding at roughly 90degF with significant humidity…with a heavy moisture in the air making breathing difficult. Water is pulling in the center of the pathway with drips of milky condensation dripping down the walls. Note: A continuation on the thread “Chasing Rumors” with Kaito…With the rumors of a Kobold-Dire-wolf connection as well as encountering domesticated wolves in the deep recesses of the Dungeon, Relsialle has arrived at a junction in the dungeon marked by yet another locked door. With the raid preparation currently underway, our pink-haired protagonist (or maybe antagonist) seeks to clear the dungeon of more of its treasures that remained unclaimed… OOC Note: All NPC actions and NPC health will be controlled by me…However, any player that joins will still control IF any of said NPC hits them and how much those NPC hits are worth. Thus, if I write, “The wolf shifts to the right and begins charging XXX before leaping forward…attempting to get its dripping maw around XXX’s throat…” You can write, “XXX rolls their body with the attack causing the wolf to miss (or hit for 10 HP!).” In short these NPCs follow a specific plot and need to die at the right time for it to work, but you’ll only get injured and die if you want to. I will, in turn, post the running HP of creatures so all will know when and how something dies. If ever there was frustration, it was now…the humidity clung like an unwelcomed suitor to Relsialle as she sat seething on the ground facing the large door, a massive lock hanging in front of the barred hardwood entrance taunting her with its presence. Her hair was frizzed beyond belief, the condensation of the environment dripping slowly off of the bundled strands. It was only going to take a quick second…she said only an hour before, her annoyance building with every lock pick and sharpened needle that she tossed away…the tools bent and broken before they finally disappeared on the hard floor. She sighed, her shoulders struggling in her numerous defeats thus far as her teeth clenched, her sharpened features making her appear like an angry kitten that had gotten its last feeding for the day. The Irishwoman wore her armor for now at least, her social outfit long stashed in her inventory regardless of her personal preferences, safety taking the priority this time around. The dungeon was still imposing despite having the major pathways cleared for the raiding force, the occasional grumbles of monsters hidden in the far corners of the labyrinth heard echoing down the dark, wet, stone. The black leather was comfortable at least, the reinforced breastplate offering a few measures more modesty than her standard attire, but the dark woolen skirt revealing at least a measure of her preferences in even protective ensembles. The short garment allowed for a bit more bare thigh than most were comfortable with…a wicked copper dagger and a leather pouch of calcum needles gracing each leg. The kunoichi growled as she finally pushed herself back up to her feet, her hand shifting to wrap a small length of leather cord around her bright pink hair…lifting her damp mane out of her stern blue gaze in a high samurai-tail… “Damnit!” The girl yelled, lifting her boot off the ground before offering a swift kick to the heavy iron lock, the blow resounding through the solid door before the notorious purple text appeared revealing the reinforced portal to be a ‘immortal object…’ The thief sighed once more, dropping her head in a moment of exaggerated self-pity before taking up place in front of the door with yet another set of lock picks. Her thin fingers moved gracefully as her breathing slowed, the soft ticks of the mechanism’s tumblers softly sounding in her ears as her UI guided her.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle enjoyed the excitement of the place, but its very nature seemed to put her on edge…same for anyone that had dealt with the endless puzzle of tunnels and traps that the first floor labyrinth had to offer. The pink-haired kunoichi forced a faint smile to reassure herself, her slender fingers keeping her mind busy with their work as the growls of the kobolds that had yet to be cleared resounded through the halls from location unknown. A soft hum exited her, the tune easily recognizable from those that had lived outside of the game, the constant rhythm of the Ramones heard in the quiet tones vibrating from her lips. The final click of the heavy lock was heard as a wicked grin flash across her sharp features, the pinched lock pick and calcum needle shifting quickly to pull the tumbler out of place with a loud snap. “Piece of cake…” The girl whispered…her accent blunted by the soft tones demanded by the nature of her task at hand. One could still hear the sarcasm in her voice if they knew the hours invested in front of the door, the lock finally falling to the stone floor with a loud thump, the metal clanging as it impacted and finally disappeared into a small puff of digital information. The small lock pick was tucked into her hair as it was placed out of sight, the thin calcum needle remaining in her palm as insurance against whatever or whoever was placed on the other side of the imposing looking entrance. The girl lifted herself to her feet as she attempted to dust herself off, the moisture making the gesture difficult but the subconscious action occurring despite the frivolous nature of it. The musician’s features tensed as she pulled the latch to the side, the heavy wood of the barrier pulling away with a creak of the rusted black hinges. The air of the new chamber was stale…the soft glow of torches visible in the darkened distance. It was drier at least…the musty scent of mold and mildew intermingling with smell of rotten flesh that had long been discarded to mummify forgotten. The Irishwoman’s gaze focused in the low light, her crystal blue eyes narrowing in the effort to get some measure of the danger of the place…the soft grumbles of the creatures from moments ago, now falling silent…

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

"AWARAA"! The last of the kobolds that Rue was fight fell and disintegrated away. Rue sheathed her sword and leaned back stretching her sore body. Her armor was covered in small cuts and tears, her shield was sanded down and showed small cracks lining it's surface. Rue took a bottle of water out of her inventory, downing her drink see let out a tired sigh, her face had a small cut along her cheek and dirt and dust covered the rest of her face. Putting her back against a wall and sliding down she would rest while she added her kills to her total count. Checking her health she seemed to be still in pretty good shape. Resting on the wall she would scan the area, the dark wet dungeon broke the silence with the sounds of dips and decay. Thinking back to all that has happened it would be best if she just stayed away from people. The front lines were simple kill or be killed. Rue shut her eyes and rested as she tired to regain some energy a loud voice echoed through the halls. "Damit"!, the voice would snap Rue out of her partial sleep state and look in the approximate area of the direction of the voice. Shifting her weight up she slowly picked herself up. Even with all that has happened Rue moved to the sound of the yell, for all she knew the player could be in serious trouble. Why did she care if the player was in trouble? She never paid much attention to people in real life, and even in this hell she still did not really take note of people. However she has had more real conversations and comradely in this fake world then she has had in her entire albeit short life. A loud clang rang through the halls. The sound waves impacted her ears, sending her mind and body into a prebattle readiness. Rue voice grew loud and commanding and her body raced when adrenaline. Drawing her weapon and sprinting to the sounds of metal. Rue would yell down the halls. "Just hold out a little longer i'll be there to assist shortly"! Her body picked out speed her foot steps echoed through the halls like the sounds of a charging force as she moved to recuse. Her eyes were lit up and peered through the darkness. (I won't let you down I will save you!).

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle perked up as she shifted her head quickly in the direction of a new presence…almost weary with the strange way that others had appeared when her lock picking skills opened yet another unexplored avenue of the labyrinth. The pink-haired musician’s shoulders slumped forward as her lips dropped slightly at the serendipitous appearance and nature of some players…The thief reveled in the social aspects of all of the interaction that the pathways of the game provided…but it seemed in the rush for survival, being alone was out of the question with ones thoughts always on finding overwhelming odds in which to combat the game’s elements forcing a social life from its players. It seemed that one couldn’t just get ahead by being the strongest, but by being the most popular it seemed…real here as in real life. A soft sigh of disappointment as her party of one seemed destined to have new faces, thankful for the safety that numbers provided, but yet saddened for yet another relationship and partnership to endure and perhaps cultivate. The voice seemed strangely familiar, but welcoming…the words of assistance echoing down the heavy stone of the narrow pathway that led to the door. The rogues’s hand shot to the weapon hanging perched above the bare portion of her thigh on reflex…the folds of her short woolen skirt draped gently on the leather sheath of the copper blade. Strangely she did not shift into the stealth that remained one of her many trademarks…choosing to remain visible based solely on the familiar aspects of the voice that seemed hell-bent on aiding her. Relsialle’s eyebrow lifted curiously, her soft blue gaze trained on the hallway where she came from, the confusion evident on her features with not only the question of who it was but which direction they were coming from…the sound distorted just enough to confuse were the source of the voices of aid were and which path were footsteps that grew closer and closer…Wasn’t the main section of dungeon cleared? The pink-haired thief stood vexxed, the full map of the dungeon for all intents and purposes still largely unknown…Did they just find the boss room out of sheer luck?

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue feet pounded against the stone floor as she charged to her destination. The walls would zip by her vision as she rushed to the aid of the unknown player or players. Halting in the middle of a room with a open door and a giant lock laying in front of it. The room offered no threats or yells of an oncoming horde of kobolds, just the dips of waters and the ticks of rocks decaying off the old and abandon walls. Rue Stood in her stance with her right leg in front and her left leg back, her shield in front and her weapon ready. She moved her attention around the room scoping out the area for any danger, her deteriorated gear flaked off fabric with every quick jerk to ready for a attack. Her amber eyes burned at the ready for battle, but nothing showed itself. Looking over to the player who stood at the ready. As Rue looked at her more, she realised that it was Relsialle. A look of embarrassment took over the small girls battle ready expression as she sheathed her sword and went over to a near by wall. Sliding down the wall she, relaxed and tried to regain the energy she had lost in the waste of rushing towards a nonexistent battle. Looking over the area once again, the open door a lock lay picked on the ground. Rue let out a small laugh at the layout of her recent meeting with her Big Sister. Looking at the pink haired rogue she still wore that revealing get up. Rue gave a small weak smile at the women as she leaned on the wall. " You know armor is suppose to protect your body not expose it". Rue should not talk right now her armor was worn down and was almost as revealing as the rogues. If she moved in a awkward position her light blue undergarments would poke out of her armor.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle blinked as the short familiar form of Rues face finally appeared in the dim torch light that flickered over the doorframe…the white-haired girl appearing like a ghost as the pink-haired rogue suddenly grinned. The teen looked a little worse for wear, her health bar showing a minor dent that revealed her as one of the sources of noise that she heard earlier. The thief shook her head as she took her soft fingers from the pommel of her blade, her attention focused on the unusual Japanese girl rather than the new pathway that she had opened. The older girl chucked a moment looking her over, the tank appearing like a bulldog pup ready to fight…a superhero in the least likely of forms. “Rough day?” The musician teased, her smile flashing to her tired comrade…Rues soft laugh giving a bit of life to the dank and dreary chamber that caused so much frustration moments before. The Irishwoman blinked before shifting her hand to the small leather pouch on her adjacent thigh, pulling a thin calcum needle from the container before closing it with a soft snap. The needle was placed in her lips, hanging precariously like a cigarette but none-the-less ready for use if the weapon had to be needed. Her light-blue gaze shifted to the darkened newly-opened hallway…the stale air remaining calm for now despite the disturbance from the treasure-minded kunoichi. Her attention shifted back to her company, confident enough in the moment to allow Rue to rest for the time, her laugh heard once more as the teen pointed out her particular interest in fashion. Relsialle stretched her legs a moment with a soft groan exiting her throat, her perched position moments before causing her muscles a measure of stiffness. She leaned back against the open doorframe, not entirely lost on the similarity of their first meeting…with this particular encounter fairing much better. Her mind wandered to how many such chambers existed…all tucked away as dungeons within dungeons, each containing minor gems that the players could encounter…more mysteries to unfold. Given the game’s size, one couldn’t even fathom the amount of space each one had taken up…the ever present question of why still in the back of the pink-haired rocker’s mind…given that the bosses were really the only objective that mattered in the end. “Heh…Your looking a bit risqué yourself little sis…” The girl offering a grin before sticking her tongue out to tease the younger, her black leather armor still rather solid on her torso but contrasting with the small woolen skirt that graced her lower half. Still, compared to her social/town outfit, this was still miles ahead in terms of modesty, at least in the terms of traditional…more conservative…societies and players. “Freedom of movement…” The girl added plainly as a response to Rue, her smile cracking slightly, hiding the true answer behind her chosen archetype of a rogue despite the game overall lack of classes…

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue would smirk at the rogues comment she shot back with a bored tone of voice,"Nothing I can't handle, it's simple here kill or be killed". Rue watched as the older woman put and needle to her mouth. It hung from her lips like a unlit cigarette, maybe the woman smoked real life and it was a force of habit. Turning her attention away for the rogue she looked to the open hallway, curiously peeking in from her seated position. There was a lit at the end of the hall and a sickening mix of mold and rotten flesh pour out from the newly opened pathway. Rue looked back to Relsialle, a soft groan existed from her as she stretched. She leaned against the doorway. Rue could not fathom why she would want to be closer to such a smell. The two would take a small break as Relsialle stared off into her thoughts. Rue was not one to daydream in the middle of a dangerous area. relaxing her body, so would take this moment to relax her aching body. She had been going from battle to battle for the hole day. Her legs where tight and sore, her hands were raw and reddish her body felt like she was covered in rust. Relsialle's words would break Rue out of her half rest state. Looking back at the pink and blue eyed girl looking at her with her tongue stick out. Rue had forgotten that her gear looked a little worn. She would lightly bush at the woman's comment. Picking herself up, Rue would blink resetting her gear. A light shone around the girl's body as she quickly unequipped her gear. " Battle worn my dear sister, not risqué",her tone was calm but joking. Reequipping her gear, her shield and sword returned to their original form. Her armor covered her body her skirt hung down and her tight high boots would leave a small area of skin showing. Rue would stretched her arms up and her back curved, small pops and crack echoed off the girl. Looking at the woman her comment on freedom of movement made Rue smile as she taunted the woman back."Liar, I bet you do it for the attention." Looking at her own clothes she would continue to jab back at her "Big Sis"."This leather and cloth while comfortable, but is not practical. Hopefully the female armor is tasteful, don't want to take more after you sis". As Rue taunted the woman she would move to the entrance she leaned on the other side of the doorway, looking at her big sister with a calm but happy expression. "Are you not going to leave for the glint of gold, or do you enjoy my company that much"? Her expression stayed the same however her tone was more serious as if to show that she's ready to join her if she did not mine sharing with her little sister again.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle lifted an eyebrow at the girl’s response, shifting her head to the side a bit as a result, “Kill or be killed?” The thief asked questioningly, before finally nodding in agreement, “Yeah, it seems like the danger is more in dealing with players than anything…That’s why I tend to stick to the forest most of the time. Well...and the bars…” The girl answered, chucking lightly as she remembered their shared experience, Sean no doubt hassling his nightly regular’s right most likely as the pair rested in the unwelcoming environment. The thief shook her head with a grin, the sharpened needle glimmering in the faint light of their particular chamber. She let off a soft sigh, knowing the vexing predicament she faced in towns as well…part of her loved the excitement, but the growing stress and fading mental health of the player base was more evident as the first floor grew ever more confining. She grew more at home on the rooftops and in the black forest where players were scarce, but it seemed that more and more were trying their luck outside of civilization more and more. The Irishwoman dwelled in her daydream a moment as Rue rested, her arms crossing in front of her armor-covered bust, patiently waiting to sate her curiosity regarding the sickening chamber…once more the opportunity to break the monotony at the cost of a significant risk to personal safety presenting itself. The pink-haired rocker’s smile faded as Rue’s momentary discomfort grew more obvious, the girl lifting her chin slightly in a questioning manner…silently asking her condition, the wild look in her eyes fading to show a bit of warmth to the teen. Her concern faded as Rue fired back with banter of her own, the musician’s smile flashing back once more as they continued their now familiar back and forth, “Oh? Is that the excuse you give the boys too?” Relsialle questioned with a quick teasing wink, a soft laugh exiting her as she plucked the sharpened blade from her lips…stashing the weapon at the ready in her palm. The girl blinked as Rue stashed the worn clothing, the digital skin of Rue’s beginner armor once more reappearing in its true form. “Aww, it suited you…” The girl added, in a feigned tone of disappointment, her words lightly accented as she faked a reaction. Relsialle clicked her tongue in spite as Rue kept up the verbal offensive, her trademark wicked grin once more reappearing to silently answer the young woman…allowing the question to remain ambiguous. The question crossed her mind quickly as her lip lifted slightly in consideration, her slender finger rising to her cheek, “Hmm, not sure…so far really the only thing we’ve encountered so far is Leather and the beginner set…But the tailors in town have really proven they can make anything pretty much…” The thoughts on the future seemed oddly comforting, the strange discussion about fashion happening in the most unlikely of locations…an odd back and forth that seemed almost at home in the shopping malls and districts of any major city between friends…

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue would breath out a unimpressed her at her comment about her interest in boys. Looking at Relsialle with a more blank look and annoyed tone. "Boys is to kind of a word for the male population of this world. More like apes or sleep, have not encountered a man even worth talking about". Moving to face the entrance of the newly opened doorway, Rue would change her tone to one of battle readiness. Scanning the hallway she would look for any traps or contradicting spots, along the dry flesh scented halls. Speaking in a calm, but strong tone she took her role as the serious sister and attempted to bring caution back to her and the rogue. " We can't be joking in the middle of the dungeon. Will get overconfident and that would be are undoing. If you want to continue are conversation, we should to it I a more safe environment". Rue would turn to her sister and let her serious act down for a moment, "Like a bar". Rue would turn back to face the hall and walk forward. " I'll take the lead, this time I am no longer blind to the traps and secrets of the dungeon". Rue would go into a more battle ready stance, holding the hilt of her sword with her left hand and angled her shield to her front with the right hand as she continued to scout the halls. " I also have another art to my repertoire, knowing how much fun you like to have I bet you have many tricks up your metaphysical sleeves".

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle let of a deep laugh, flashing a grin as she chucked at Rue’s comment, rolling her shoulder forward to rest her soft palm of the copper pommel of her weapon…the muted color of the weapon seeming out of place in the dingy darkness of the depths in which the pair had found themselves. “Yeah, I’m with you there, there is a few around that are worth the time for conversation at least…but most of them are wanna-be-heroes that will end up getting themselves killed…” The Irishwoman answered, a certain black-haired swordsman coming to mind almost immediately given his psychotic drive to save the whole of the player base no matter the cost to himself. The girl sighed finally shaking her head free of the thought before leaning up to take a second glance into the newly-opened chamber, Rue starting to stir as her momentary rest came to a close. The pink-haired rocker grinned as Rue shifted back into her ultra-serious persona, the thief keeping in mind the strange way that the pair foiled each other, a cause of much laughter and anger from their first meeting, “Ahh…The return of the general?” Relsialle teased, rolling her eyes in a purposeful exaggerated manner…a bid to inspire a last laugh before things got too serious. The small needle in her hand would glimmer slightly as she twisted it slightly...her nimble finger-tips playing with the weapon absentmindedly. Rue would see a clear entrance with a strange absence of red, given the ubiquitous nature of the traps that they had encountered in an earlier dungeon offshoot…the tunnel being straight and narrow…taking a gradual downward slope to put them deeper underground. The confining tunnel was dimly lit, with very few torches available other than to simply guide a path…a small swarm of insects hovering over each one. The air was unbelievably stale…the ambient moisture clinging to the old dust like a plague, giving off a sickening scent. “Sounds good, but don’t go trying to blow yourself up again…” The Kunoichi answered with a smile, still not quite done with her jokes. The older girl stepped through the threshold right after the white-haired tank, keeping well to the faint shadow that Rue gave off in the thin glow of the scattered torches. She dropped her weight slightly, her avatar fading away into the defense of her stealth mode, her hand still glued to the sheathed weapon that rested on her thigh. “Good to know…Oh you know me I have a few more tricks up my sleeve but I like to keep things a surprise…” The musician answered from her shimmering form, her voice appearing out of nowhere in her comrade’s ear.

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

As Rue was trying to get them to be more focused on what they were doing at the time. Relsialle comment made her think about the kinds of men she has dealt with. She may not have met the best the world has to offer, but she seemed to at least meet men with some worth. " At least you have met with ones that had idiotic goals, but they have had merit to them. I've been stuck with perverts and ones that could not fight their way out of a paper bag". Rue spoke with a aphetic tone that harkened back to their first meeting. It was odd how two people almost as different as night and day became so close, in such a short time. Maybe it was do to them facing off against life and death situations that intensified their friendship and now they were almost like family to each other. As Rue walked and scan the dungeon as they advance. Relsialle was not done playing around and joking, Rue thought about it and the rouge rarely stops keeping up her teasing and jokes. Her declaring the return of the general comments along with her others, made Rue let out a small breath. This was normal for the two she would prod at the smaller more mature sister and Rue would give a dismissive answer. However not this time, Rue had more then just doing what people would expect from her and force of habit. Rue would keep walk and be at the ready as she scanned every new part of the halls the shadows would revile. Changing to a more calm, but respectable tone of voice she would give her reason. " You have to be focused, and prepared you know that. I would normally say that as the leader it's my job to keep the group safe, but it's more then that. I want to keep you safe". Rue words weakened as a reaction to her last words, her face shown some embarrassment at what she said. Trying to dismiss what she had said and get the focus back on the dungeon. " where going further down into the dungeon, but their is less light and the air is filled with dust and rotten flesh. Feels like were going to a crypt and this is the calm before the storm". Rue words were back to being calm and calculated and her expression was blank, her hand was on her hilt her legs were bent and ready to move on a moments notice.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle breathed in deep, the musty air entering her lungs in a rush to force her to cough from the ancient dust. The sound of her getting choked up echoing softly off of the damp, blackened stone. “Ugh” They really did a number on this place…” The girl said, gagging slightly from the smell of rotten flesh and sulfur. She shook her head before putting the stealth outline of her arm against her nose to attempt to block out the scent, her footsteps purposely retracing Rue’s in light of the numerous traps the pair had encountered before in much more unusual circumstances. The girl squinted slightly in the effort to gain a bit more sight in the darkness in which they found themselves, two torches at the end of the hall in which they were slowly pacing down. So far nothing appeared out of the ordinary, other than the tunnel’s relative age and the sickening smell that seemed to get worse with every step the pair had taken. The dust hung around them like the plaque, imparting that smell on every item that they had carried…the tunnel long devoid of any footsteps of sign of life that had given the other tunnels in the labyrinth their challenge. The pink-haired musician lifted a brow as Rue changed her tone to a more familiar one, almost seeming familial in its particular flavor, forcing her to pay attention and take her thoughts from her humorous inner musings. The thief’s sharpened features dropped slightly at Rue’s admission, the younger tank seemingly offering another quick glimpse of what humanity lay beyond her steely façade, “Ahh, there she is…” Relsialle beamed, with a grin, softly patting her comrade on the shoulder in her ghostly manner, “I told you not to fuss over me last time and I meant it…but thanks…” The kunoichi added, with an invisible wink, her accented words growing warmer at the teen’s admission. Her blue eyes snapped front at Rue’s layout of the hallway, her own eyes searching albeit uselessly for anything that could be considered a threat. The pair had come to a stop in front of the doorway to another chamber…several more torches present to give the chamber measures more light than where they had come from, a somewhat obvious reminder that this tunnel had existed for a reason other than the possibility that this was meant to be a dead end. There was no other exits other than the door frame in which they were peering in from...the door frame like the hallway no marked red or any other color showing that it was clear of traps. The smell reeked here but there was no sign of anything that could be causing it as the floor was clean of everything except for the settled dust that their footsteps kicked up. At the center of the room was a worn chest…a humble affair that was secured with several bands of heavy black iron and a simply lock that looked well within Relsialle’s scope to handle…The box coming up as a bright red on Rues detection after several seconds…

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

As the walked the air if it could be called air, turned from stale to miasmatic. Black dust that caked the walls and floor, were awoken by the girls intrusion. Rue covered her mouth as she sneezed, her nosed itched and was stuffed up by the thick clouds of dust. Forced to breath in the dust through her mouth the dust burned her throat and lungs. The rogue cough from the dust as well the outline of the women slightly jerking forward. Rue would agree with the pink haired women. Rue kept her calm tone, " Thankfully we won't get sick from the dust at least unlike in real life. The dust however is a blessing in disguise, means nothing has been here for a long time. However there must be a reason nothing comes here be prepared for anything". They continued to walk through the abandon halls. The smell would get worse and they continued and moved deeper. Rue found it odd that some of the torches stayed lit for all this time, but it is a video game the rules of the real world had to be broken to help the player along. As they walked and talked. Moving deeper and into more wretched and duster parts of the dungeon. Rue let her focus sip as she explain her reasoning as always. Even though she threw some bait out to distract the women from her admission of humanity, the rouge did not take it. Relsialle would pat her on the shoulder and grinned at the small girl, telling her not to fuss over her. Rue would give back a more stern look at her and speak with strong conviction, but keeping a calm tone. " Your the one who told me to do what I wanted to do. Well I want to protect you Relsiall. I have more health and defensive abilities it's not me being fussy". Going back to her steely mask she would continue on speaking more blankly," I will take the front Relsialle, no arguing". Walking through the dust blacken halls. Rue kept scanning every nock and cranny of the halls. Nothing no traps no monster, just dust and the smell of death. Hitting a doorframe, with no sighs of a door or traps Rue entered in first. Again met with no resistance, however the room offered and old worn chest. The chest was black with dust and wrapped in black iron with a red glow telling her that it was trapped. Stopping she would turn to the shimmering outline that was Relsialle. " This chest is trapped, nothing new. That is not what worries me, the lack of anything but dust and the smell of decay is what bothers me. A area void of anything could be hinted at a slumbering danger ready to kill anything that intrudes on it's territory. Maybe this trap and treasure is the catalyst. I will stick with you with whatever decision you chose though after all we are sisters".

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Relsialle hacked up a bit of the stale dust as she turned to Rue, flicking her wrist to the side to bring up her inventory menu and seemingly stewing a moment in silence before pressing a blue highlighted item. The menu disappeared almost as suddenly as it appeared, a soft leather scarf appearing around her neck…clearly meant to be used as a hood. The rogue let off a final cough before lifting the center portion to cover her mouth and nose, the look further reinforcing her the archetypal role that she wished to play as one of the game’s more shadowy characters. Her deep breath was heard as it was muffled by the fabric, her shimmering outline seemingly altered by the new accessory...the rare item made well enough to match her armor. “True, this place looks like it’s been sealed a while…however it seems like the game wants to get that point across pretty clearly, which still is pretty suspicious…” The rogue shrugged in her position back and to the teen’s right. “Still pretty off putting at any rate…” Relsialle added, her accented words clearly changed slightly by not only the scarf-turned-mask but the simulation of the allergies that she may have exhibited in the real world…no matter how psychosomatic it was. Her lip lifted slightly as the dust seemed to turn into the sharp smell of rotting flesh…her nose screaming for relief despite the small measure she had taken, the scent clearly putting her off her normally happy-go-lucky mood…her stomach turning the closer they had walked to the far exit… The torches flickered slightly as the pair moved forward…the stale air starting to move from the party’s presence in the still air of the cavern, making the Irishwoman’s avatar shimmer slightly. The girl’s quick defense of her sudden interest in her safety brought a smile to her sharp features as she turned to check on the younger swordswoman, Rue’s tone seeming to fight to maintain the stern role that she forced herself to maintain despite revealing her concern for the light-hearted kunoichi. “I know, just don’t go throwing yourself on a grenade for me is all…” The older girl answered, her tone turning slightly motherly as a soft laugh came from her, “I’ve got you covered from back here…” The musician finally answered, relenting to the logic that the case was presented with no matter how much it irked her that the young girl had to be in a position to protect her but the nature of the game’s statistics. “Besides don’t you remember that I’m a perfectly agreeable person?” A final question left her jokingly, the wide grin on her features clearly herd in the jest despite being covered and faded from the stealth system. Relsialle turned her gaze to the chest that came to view, her humor calming as she heeded Rue’s warning. A deep sigh exited her as she examined the lock-box, the container well-worn from its age and undisturbed from its place in the thick black dust that surrounded it. The pink-haired rogue pondered the situation, but the real concern that lingered was really not the trap but the obvious fact that no real exit existed…strange… “Well, still no trap disarm talent sis…although I am keeping my eyes peeled for it…” Relsialle said with a smile, the calcum needle appearing at her finger tips from its hiding place at her palm, “Care to try the old tactic?

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[Rue]

"Never Falter Never Look Back!" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ Rue Lv4

Rue moved around the room touching the walls of the area for any sighs of a trap door or hidden passage. Her small hands slid across the dust stained walls as she looks for anything out of the place. The abandon walls seemed to have fared better then most, most likely do to the dryness of the area. Rue hands became black with dust as she prodded the was, disturbing the dust caused it to puff out and catch the small girl's nose. The dust my her nose itch and sneeze, small high pitched expulsions came out of the girl's mouth and echoed around the room. Relsialle jokingly talked about trap disarming. Rue thought of how nice it would be if one of her tricks would of been the disarming skill. Would not have to treat every single trap like it was a nuclear bomb. Looking over to the now scarfed rogue, she looked even more like a anime kunoichi. Rue still wished that she took things a little more seriously, one of the times she tired her "old tactic" she was almost killed. Moving over to the smiling rogue she would whip her hands off on her armor. Standing behind the pin throwing woman Rue spoke with a calm voice. " I said I would stand with you no matter your decision, but please be careful". There it was again, she dropped her act once again. Rue waited for the woman to start to disarm the trap while Rue drew her weapon and readied herself for any danger they might face.

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